Is It Time For Another Baby?

I am a content mom to two children: a 2 ½ year old boy and an almost eleven year old girl.  I have stated many times, both out loud and to myself, they don’t make any other kind, just boys and girls so technically I’m good... I’m done. 

I don’t want any more children because, as I have stated before, I have my boy and my girl and they don’t make any other kind.

With that being said, my younger sister went into labor a couple of days ago.  It was a very long, tiring and anxiety-ridden labor, and that was just for me. 

I was so anxious for her, and I just wanted it to be over.  Of course, I couldn’t wait to snuggle with that little girl.  I couldn’t wait to smell baby smell.  There hasn’t been a baby girl in our family for almost eleven years.  I was anxious to get my hands on that baby.  So anxious, apparently, that I couldn’t sleep the night she was born because I knew the next day I would be able to finally go see her.

Was I tossing and turning in bed because I was nervous to meet her and hold her, or was there another reason?

 I mean I was pretty sure that I didn’t want another child.  I was pretty positive I was done starting from scratch and was perfectly content raising my mini me’s from this point forward.  Yes, pretty positive indeed. 

Yet, I wondered what holding this tiny baby would do to me.  Would I feel an overwhelming desire to run home and beg my husband for another child, which for the record, I know he would be all for or would I be content just holding and snuggling and giving back this precious being? 

So, of course, my mind started wandering to all the what if’s and all the different scenarios my life could take on should I hear that clock a-tickin’.  This could be a game changer for everyone in my house. 

Off I went to the hospital. It was now or never, and to be honest, I just wanted to know.  Another baby for us, or not? 

The moment of truth came when my mom handed me my tiny, not-even-24-hour-old niece. I held my breath and snuggled her and instinctively started the good old bum pat and swaying from side to side.  I smelled her baby smell.  I didn’t dare look at her baby toes for making her cold and mad.  She was awake and looking at me, and I smiled at her and gave her tons of kisses. 

When my time was up, I gave her to my brother-in-law begrudgingly and left my sister with her family.  I walked out of the hospital knowing, without any doubt, that I was very content and my family was very complete.  It felt good to know that I was sure of my feelings. 

However, I refuse to wash my sweater for fear of losing that baby smell until the next time I get to hold her! ~April

Guest Blog Post by April Keyes, a work-at-home mom to two children; one school-aged and one toddler.  She writes her blog, “Confessions of a Truu Mom” in the hopes of making others smile, laugh and know that they aren’t alone in this journey of madness otherwise known as motherhood. Check out and LIKE her Truu Mom Facebook page too!